She heard the screeching of the tires before she heard him drive off. She stared at the door blankly as tears pricked her eyes. Her throat felt impossibly tight as she swallowed back a sob. She lifts a hand to rake through her tangled strands, cursing at herself for blaming him like that.
She wiped the skin underneath her eyes and took one last glance at the door before walking back to sit on the recliner.
She then took out her phone to check the time, it read 10:32. She sighed and slid it back on the table in front of her. She got off the recliner and walked to the living room. She was worried about him, he left in such a fit of rage that she was fearful that he would do something reckless.
